Hetalia Switzerland Novels & Stories

“Switzerland? Mountains? Lakes? And they have science museums and observatories? Can we really go?” “It would be just for a short time at first,” Elara said gently, watching Kael closely. “But it’s a big trip. A long way from home.” “I want to go!” Liam said excitedly. “Please, Mom? Dad says we could see places we’ve only read about.” Elara hesitated, but seeing how happy he was, she agreed — on the condition that it was strictly a visit, nothing more. The Trip The first week in Switzerland was magical. Liam was fascinated by the snow-capped Alps, the clear blue lakes, the modern science centers, and the international school they visited as a preview. The teachers were impressive, the facili

I asked. Vincenzo was already climbing the steps. He looked back at me over his shoulder. "The Alps." I blinked several times. "The Alps?" "Switzerland," he replied as if he were talking about somewhere just around the corner. "Are you coming?" I followed him onto the jet because I honestly had no idea what else to do. The flight lasted a little under two hours. Vincenzo spent most of the journey working on his tablet while I sat quietly by the window, staring at the clouds below. I kept wondering when my life had become so strange that flying to Switzerland for wedding photos suddenly felt normal.

A violinist breaking an arm would be a disaster. “Well, it’s insured.” He says, wiggling his fingers in front of me. “I think we’re just gonna grab one last hot cocoa or so and then gonna go home.” We’re gonna work when the sun is down so it all plays out perfectly. “I would not mind a hot cocoa with some whipped cream.” “We call it in Switzerland Schoggi Melange and it’s just the most nostalgic thing to me. When you’re in the mountains and you’re skiing, you’ve got to get a Schoggi Melange.”

Instead, Grace took Stefan to dinner at Restaurant Ammos on the banks of the Reuss River, although she felt unsatisfied that she had only been on holiday in Luzern. "One day, would you like to travel with me through Switzerland?" offered Grace, slowly raising a smile on her thin lips. Stefan nodded. "What's not to love about the son of a CEO?" Stefan uploaded a thin smile. Stefan ordered Lamb meatballs and Souvlakia, while Grace had Moussaka and Greek salad. Grace actually wanted to work in Switzerland, but was forbidden by her father. Especially when Stefan was accepted, Grace was even more keen to work in Switzerland, although not necessarily in her father's office, she would apply to othe

"Zurich is Switzerland's largest city, located at the North-Central part of Switzerland, at the North-Western end of Lake Zurich. Aside from it is Switzerland's largest city, it is also the major transportation hub and the busiest place of the country due to the airports and railways. Zurich is also one of the world's financial centers for it has a lot of financial institutions and banking companies despite its small population."

Throughout her life, Arianna had never once traveled abroad. The farthest places she had visited were Bali and Lombok, and that was with Chacha and, finally, during her wedding with Samuel. Korea was undoubtedly the first foreign country she would set foot in, and once again, it was with Samuel. If asked about her dream country, Arianna had one. She had always aspired to visit Switzerland or New Zealand. For her, these two countries were a must-visit if she ever had extra money.

“Then we start prepping. Travel, security, logistics.” “Where?” Chloe asked quietly. “Zurich was hers,” I said. “His is Geneva.” The name hung between us…. heavy and inevitable. Chloe’s fingers brushed mine under the table, grounding me again. “Then we finish this,” she whispered. I met her eyes. “Together.” And this time, she didn’t look away.

Did you really think they wouldn't notice you moving millions through Geneva? I walked over to the bed, opening the folder. Inside were original, stamped diplomatic clearances, international banking cross-references, and a verified seal from the Swiss Federal Department of Finance. What is this? I asked, looking up at her. That, sister-in-law, is proof that the Swiss trust holding the Crestview funds isn't a front for laundering, Adriana said, offering a sharp, calculating smile that mirrored Xavier’s. I had it registered under a European cultural preservation initiative three weeks ago, backed by my own diplomatic immunity. The American federal government can freeze whatever they want in Il

Helena exclaimed enthusiastically. Hanry chuckled. “Switzerland is beautiful, Helena. I'm glad to see you cheerful again.” They took a taxi to the hotel, through the neat and clean streets. The city of Zurich was vibrant, with a mix of modern architecture and grand old buildings. The Limmat River flowing through the center of the city reflected the shadows of the bridges that crossed it.

“I swear I don’t have teeth down there.” He doesn’t smile. “You are not the problem.” “Ah.” I wait for him to continue. He doesn’t. “What’s the problem?” “I don’t want to hurt you.” I glance at his groin. He pulled his underwear back up. It’s tented, and the room is dark, and my view is not exhaustive by any means, but he looks normal. Good. Big, sure. But normal I remember what he told me about Switzerland. The way different species lived together. He said he didn’t hang out much with Vampyres, but . . .